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Bucky Barnes: A summary

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did i actually enjoy this movie or did i just enjoy seeing my favorite actor playing that character in that particular situation a novel by me

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#this just in: globally feared assassin can’t lie for shit

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cuteness overload

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Me: *so tired my eyes hurt and I’m struggling to keep them open*

Brain: hoe don’t do it

Me: *clicks*

Brain: oh my god 

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Side Note To Fan Fic Authors

Here’s the thing.

I read a lot of scripts.  A lot.  From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies.  Features and pilots.  Specs and treatments.

And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff.  It’s more inspired.  It’s more compelling.  It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt.  It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful.  It’s smart and thoughtful and good.  It’s novel-quality.  Better than, sometimes.

Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job.  This is what they do on the side.  In their spare time.  For free.

So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good.  You’re good writers and great storytellers.  I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do.  And  because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies.  You’re better than that.  So be better than that.  If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it.   You’ve already started.

And you’re more talented than you might think.

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@mlqcikemenmc Thank you lovely! He’s very swoonable! *is that a word cause I feel it*

Love From London

Tom Hiddleston 

Fan Fiction Multi-chapter

FicSummary: When you meet Tom on a work trip in London and have to go your separate ways you become modern pen pals. But two years later its time to tell the truth.

Warnings for Full Fic: Fluff, angst, mentions of sex, more fluff, and smutt. (let me know if I missed anything!)

Chapter 4

It had been incredible. The movie had completely blown you away. It had invoked every emotion under the sun and had left the audience stunned. You however had the added emotion of anger at Tom. You couldn’t believe he didn’t tell you about Loki. How could he not warn you? You had gasped and cried in the theatre watching him on the screen. Sure you had an invested interest because of Tom, but Loki had always been your favorite character even before you’d met. As far as his fate went, you were enraged. You were certainly planning to give hip crap for that. But you needed to find him first. The party was overly full of people. There was barely enough room to walk around. Luckily there was a balcony outside where you could get some air later. But for the moment you planned to keep your eye out for Tom. There were giant round cushions for people to sit on scattered throughout the room. When one opened up you decided to give your feet a rest and sat down. You thought about getting a drink, but you knew Tom well enough to know that he would be put out if he didn’t get the chance to get one for you. However, you were beginning to think that maybe he was too busy and wasn’t going to be able to join you at all when someone sat down behind you on the other side of the cushion. “So,” a silvery voice said from behind you, causing you to turn your head, “Not much of me in that film was there now?” Tom was grinning at you over his shoulder. You sighed, turning a bit to face him more. “Is he really dead?” you asked. “I couldn’t tell you that if I wanted to,” he answered, shaking his head. “So you don’t want to tell me?” you questioned. He just kept grinning. “No,” he shook his head again, “I don’t.” You suddenly noticed that you had leaned in very close to each other, your faces inches apart. It was then that Tom pressed his forehead to yours. “You look stunning,” he said softly, looking at your body in the dress. “Thank you,” was all you managed to say. He smiled. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked. “Sure,” you said, moving to get up. Tom held out his hand to you. He guided you to the bar and ordered you a drink. You talked about the movie and stories he could now tell you about, about the process of filming it. You mad a point to give him plenty of grief about Loki Then he took you around the room introducing you to more people than you’d met in your entire lifetime. It was amazing how many people had worked on this movie. You of course were star struck meeting the members of the cast who were all very sweet, smiling at you and giving you hugs, despite how rushed your meetings were as they were all being pulled in every which direction. Chris Hemsworth however was different. First of all, he was huge. Seriously. He was just such a massive person that it was startling. But Tom kept you steady with his hand on your lower back. “So you’re the one he’s always talking about,” Chris said to you with a grin, “It’s great to finally meet you,” he said pulling you into his giant arms. “It’s great to meet you too, the movie was fantastic,” you told him when he let go. “I’m glad you liked it,” he smiled. He spent a little time talking with you, asking you questions about yourself, before he was pulled away just before he could start to tell an embarrassing story about Tom. “Don’t worry I’ll tell you another time,” he said winking at you. “You know what they say,” Tom said turning you to face him, looking relieved, “It’s all about timing.” You smiled at him. Eventually you made your way out to the balcony, finding a somewhat secluded section by the corner. The air was cool with a slight breeze and was very refreshing on your skin. Tom and you leaned against the railing, looking out at the view. It was amazing to see all the lights. “It’s so pretty,” you said. “Yes you are,” Tom said You looked over to find his eyes on you. Now seemed as good a time as ever. “You know you say things like that a lot but it never goes any further,” you said boldly. “I don’t think it should go any further,” he replied simply. “And why not?” you asked. “Because you are much younger than I am,” he said, “You should be with someone your own age, someone who can go through life with you.” You glared at him. “And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” you asked angrily. He opened his mouth slightly, whether in surprise or to say something you weren’t sure, but he quickly snapped it shut, grinding his teeth as his jaw clenched. “Tom what is it that you want?” you asked, annoyed, “I mean really? What do you want out of life?” You were both leaning with one arm on the railing, facing each other. He looked down at you; his eyebrows knitted together, his lips in a tight line, while you stared up at him. He took a deep breath. “I want to continue to make people happy by making great movies and doing what I love to do,” he said, pausing to take a breath, “And I want to fall in love,” he said slowly, “And get married and start my own family,” he finished softly, his eyes shining brightly. You looked down, but his eyes followed your face “Although I suppose I don’t really have control over that second part,” he said, thoughtfully. “Yeah I guess it kind of just happens to you,” you mused. You were very close together. Tom’s free hand had found its way onto your hip, while the other was running his fingers over your arm that was still on the railing. You gripped onto his arm that was now wrapping around your middle and pulling you even closer. “I think it’s happening right now,” he whispered. You looked up at him. His head was bent down towards you, his eyes piercing through you. “In fact,” he continued, “I think it’s been happening for a while now.” His blue eyes were so bright. He held your eyes and somehow got even closer, his hand sliding up your arm and neck to cradle your face. “I think so too,” you whispered back. He leaned in closer, gently touching his nose to yours. You could feel his breath on your face. He hesitated for a moment that seemed to last forever. Softly, ever so gently, he pressed his lips to yours. The world stopped spinning. Hell, the whole universe stopped. At first you didn’t think you could ever move. But then he broke away ever so slightly, his eyes opening to look at you. There was a breath. And then he was moving his lips against yours, pulling you into him. You had no desire to stop, none at all. Two years had led up to this very moment and you were content to stay in it forever. Too soon Tom gently broke away, opening his eyes again to look into yours. His crystal blue eyes were so intensely bright. You were at a loss for words, and for a moment, so was he. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he said. “I’m glad you did,” you responded breathlessly. “I should take you back to your hotel,” he said, looking away from you. “Why? It’s still early, I don’t want to leave yet,” you started to argue. “Let’s go,” he said with finality, straightening up and gesturing for you to move. You stared for at him for a moment. He simply gestured again and nodded. You sighed. Tom kept one hand on your lower back as he guided you out of the party. You were silent in the car. Fear was starting to creep its way in. But then Tom put his arm around you, opening his hand to yours. You laced your fingers with his and rested your head on his chest. It was still silent when you got to your room. Tom closed the door behind him but did not follow you in. The anger was now working its way in. You walked to the bed, taking off your shoes. You sighed and put your hands on your hips, trying to keep the anger from coming out. But you had never really been good at that. You turned to look at him. He looked regretful. That pissed you off. And it hurt. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you asked. “That is a good question,” he said thoughtfully. “Cut the bullshit,” you snapped. “You’re very vulgar tonight,” he pointed out. “Well, when emotions run high,” you said. “I suppose that’s my fault,” he said, walking over to sit down on the bed, unbuttoning his jacket. You moved around to stand in front of him. He looked up at you and smiled sadly. You reached up to run your fingers through his hair, then to cup his face, rubbing your thumbs across his cheeks. “Tom,” you said slowly, as he reached up to cover on of your hands with his, “This doesn’t have to be so hard.” “Perhaps not,” he said, “But it is.” “Why?” you asked, but he only sighed. You dropped your hands from his face and turned away. “What is it that you want from me?” you asked. “More than I should,” he said softly. “Says who?” you asked, your arms folded over your chest. “Says me,” he said, and you could feel his eyes on your back. “And why do you say that?” you asked. You heard him stand up. “Because you are too young,” he said, “It’s wrong for me to want you the way that I do, it’s wrong for me to steal your life that way. You should be with someone your own age, someone going through the same things at the same time.” You heard him take a few steps toward you, until you could feel him right behind you. “Not someone like me,” he said softly. He brushed his hand against your shoulder, moving your hair to expose your neck. It sent a chill down your spine. He wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you into him, and softly pressed his lips to your neck. You closed your eyes. “I need you to understand this,” he said, his breath tickling your neck, “I’m not good for you.” You turned your head to look over your shoulder at him. His eyes were sparkling. “That’s not for you to decide,” you told him, “It’s for me to decide.” “Don’t ask me to do this to you,” he pleaded, “To be selfish with you.” “I’m not asking you to be selfish,” you disagreed, “I’m asking you to be honest with me, and to understand that I get to make my own decisions. I’ve known all along how I felt, and that hasn’t changed.” He looked at you with pain in his eyes. “If you can look me in the eyes and say that you don’t want the same thing I do then fine. I’ll deal with that. But I won’t accept any lies and I won’t let you make this choice for me,” you said. His arms were still around you, his face a breath from yours. You could see the battle going on in his head through his eyes. “What do you want?” you whispered. There was a beat of silence. “You,” he whispered back, connecting your lips. After a moment of no sound besides your broken breaths, Tom pulled away, rubbing his nose against yours. “Then we’re saying the same thing,” you said softly. “This is wrong,” he sighed, “I can’t do this to you.” “You’re not doing anything to me besides being dishonest,” you said, “If you really care about me you’ll be truthful.” “Darling,” he said, his brows pulling together, “Are you really questioning if I care about you?” You just stared at him, letting the silence speak for itself. “I can assure you that I more than simply care for you,” he said, “I have been falling more and more madly in love with you every day for the past two years.” You felt like you would melt right there in his arms, but you were determined to hold your ground. “Then prove it,” you challenged. He looked at you with frustration on his face. He seemed to deliberate for a moment and then sighed. Tom turned you around so fast, covering your mouth with his, that you felt dizzy. His hands were in your hair, while you gripped his forearms. He kissed you so fiercely you thought you would faint. You weren’t sure how it happened but suddenly he had you pressed against the wall, completely covering you with his body. It was clear that he had been waiting and hoping for this just as you had. All of his self-control was out the window. He held your face so tightly to his with his hand, roaming over your body with the other. You simply locked your arms behind his neck, gripping hard. You were starting to feel out of breath and light headed. He bit down on your lower lip and pulled slightly, causing you to moan. This made him smile, breaking his lips from yours. “Did that convince you?” he asked, smugly. “Eh,” you shrugged, feigning indifference, “Maybe you should try again,” you suggested. “Don’t be smart,” he said with a laugh. You smiled at him. “So what does this mean?” you asked. He looked into your eyes for a moment and then exhaled. “It means I’m yours,” he said softly, “If you’ll have me.” “Of course I will,” you said.

Author’s note: Thank you so much to everyone that’s reading! I hope you like!

Tags: @kingtwhiddleston

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INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY ↳ MCU WOMEN

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i cry every single time i see this

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Writing is not about speed. Writing is not about perfection. Writing is not about knowing everything about the craft. Writing is the tool of self-expression. Writing is about allowing your soul to speak and embracing your raw, true self. Your writing doesn’t have to be perfect but has to be a reflection of your heart.

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In fanfiction there is a difference between being a good writer and a popular writer. 

Just because you can write a well-structured story with dynamic and consistent writing and characters doesn’t mean you will be popular. And sometimes stories that have disorganized plots, mediocre writing, and/or OOC characters will be held up as the greatest things to ever exist. 

Just because your writing isn’t popular doesn’t mean you are a bad writer. Don’t ever compromise who you are, who your characters are, your plot, your writing style, anything for the sake of readership.

There are popular writers everywhere. But there are only so many good writers.

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Tom/Marvel fics

miss yer kiss 

writer: @angelic-holland

she get it right? 

the new recruit 

writer: @huntersociopathavenger

only 

writer: @ispiderdudei

far from you (home) 

writer: @hey-marlie

tender 

writer: @peterplanet

follow me 

writer: @celestialparker

remedy 

writer: @avasparks

pointe before you shoot 

writer: @leiasfanaccount648

pride and prejudice and super soldiers 

writer: @sparklyp-parker

accidentally in love

writer: @omgopalsapphire

daffodils

writer: @writingsoftheloser

we can still be friends

writer: @startrekkingaroundasgard

in my way

writer: @myspideysensesrtingling

breathless reality

writer: @independentauthor

Criminal Minds fics

all on the prince’s seal 

writer: @ssasimmons

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if you ever feel bad about your writing, especially structure-wise, remember: you’re still not the one who put “somehow, palpatine has returned” into a multimillion dollar franchise produced by one of the greediest and richest corporations on earth. you’ll always be better than that one.

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Marvel: *reveals the title is "no way home"*

Us:

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Marvel: *reveals the title is "no way home"*

Us:

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Breathless Reality

Multi Chapter

Full summary: 21 year old Sydney is just trying to make dreams come true by touring the world, creating music, and making unforgettable memories. But some dreams you can’t make come true, they just happen on their own. Tom Holland falling in love with her was the most unexpected dream come true of all. 

Warnings for full fic: Fluff, angst, mentions of sex, mentions of past trauma, and smutt  (please let me know if I miss anything!)  

Chapter summary: How many surprise visitors can Tom handle before he snaps?

Chapter 25 RDJ was hilarious. I felt I hardly ate anything because I couldn’t stop laughing. He was so full of stories and charisma; it was as if he had unlimited material. And I loved seeing him with Tom. I loved seeing him so happy sitting there talking with RDJ. I could have sat there for years listening to them. But RDJ wanted to listen to me talk. He asked me so many questions I felt my head spin. It was late in the evening when we finally left the restaurant. RDJ handed the waiter his card, telling him to run, before Tom and I could object. We insisted that he come to our apartment for breakfast before his flight home to which he happily agreed. Then we said goodnight. Tom and I were nearly home when it happened. Kevin seemed to appear out of nowhere. My heart stopped. But before I could truly panic Tom’s arm was out in front of me, pushing me back protectively. “Sydney,” Tom said, “Go inside. Now.” I didn’t have time to think let alone react before Kevin took a step closer, Tom instinctively moving me further behind him. “He always order you around like that?” he taunted. “Don’t you dare talk to her,” Tom growled. “So sensitive,” Kevin said, grinning, “I just want to talk.” “Sure you do,” Tom said impatiently. It was then that I realized that Tom had been subtly moving us so that I was more blocked and closer to the door. “Sydney, go inside now,” Tom repeated. There was barely a second where I considered the situation. I did not want to leave Tom. But I knew he meant what he said and I didn’t want to make things worse. Tom took one more step and he was able to completely block me as he opened the door and I stepped inside. “Go Kevin,” Tom said, trying to keep his voice even, “Go away and don’t come back. This is the last time I will say it. You can’t be here. Stay away from her.” And with that Tom followed me through the door, firmly shutting it behind him, and taking me into the apartment.

Author’s note: I’m sorry this is another short chapter but I promise there are several long ones coming! Also, if you want to be added to the tag list just let me know! 

Tags: @cleocc @sinnister @harryssxnflwr